(I'm assuming the brat you're talking about is me? LOOL)

"It's your food. You can have it. I'll be fine. I'm also not just angry at Fisher. I'm upset that I've been here six years and I've heard nothing from my dad," She said. Euphemia, slowly slid her tray back to her, picking up the food with her fork before placing the fork on her lips. 'I can already tell this isn't going to be pleasant,' she thought. Staring at her food, she placed her fork back down, clearing her throat. 

"You have a father?" she paused. "I mean not to say that in an insulting way, it's just that my servant told me all these rumours about 6 and--" She decided to stop before she actually said something insulting. "Um, i'll just shut up now." 

She averted her eyes, picking up her fork once again and playing with her food. A shiver ran down her spine, 'Great. Good job, Euphe. Way to give people more reason to hate you'. She let out a deep sigh, deciding to strike up a conversation which doesn't happen too often. "So uhh...what are  you in here for?"